"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!..."
The fiercely shot crossbow bolts, like flying birds, suppressed the hunters on the stockade walls. Nearly ten Canine Warriors were struck by arrows, falling from the height with chilling screams. Then, the "bang bang" sounds from the rocks abruptly silenced the screams.
"Ah, the Mexica's archery is so fierce even when shooting upwards!..."
In tension, Alan crouched low, hiding in the corner between the mountain face and the stockade wall. Deadly crossbow bolts flew over her head and landed behind her in the camp, creating a "thud" as they buried into wood, while occasionally, the wails of the wounded could be heard. Clutching the Hunting Bow tightly, her mouth also dried up significantly. Although she had gotten used to small-scale fights, and had hunted down more than a dozen enemies, this was her first time participating in a battlefield with tens of thousands of people.